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Limited space…

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You need space (don’t you?)  to discover “exciting 
things” out there 
(out there apart from what you are)

There’s only one problem with that
that they didn’t teach you
… which is:
Such space is always limited
and a mind that merely depends
on that limitation
is always limited

A mind that sagaciously goes beyond
such limited space
dies to limitation
and (in such psychological dying)
lives in (and “as”)
a boundless realm
beyond the isolation of
symbolic words, egotistical centers,
habitual cravings, and restricted beliefs

Mostpeople depend on limitation
and are that limitation
And there is nothing perceived
apart from what you are

Limited Space (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Limited Space (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Limited Space (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Limited Space (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

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When we think that the “perceiver” is truly separate from “the perceived”…

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“And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”
— T.S. Eliot

Excerpt from my book, which includes, just as it does within the book, another one of the many poems, by famous poets (who are deceased), that seem to help corroborate what i write about:

 

   When we think that we are different and separate from our environment, we are wrong.  When we think that we are better than those around us, we are wrong.  When we think that we are special and that the others are not so special, we are wrong.  When we think that we are not so special, as the lucky ones are, we are wrong.  When we think that our skin is of the “better color,” we are wrong.  When we think that our country or religious organization is better, we are wrong.  When we think that fear is separate from what thought/thinking is, we are wrong.  When we think that cruel greed and indifferent selfishness can “get away with it” and exist in deep happiness, we are wrong.  When we think that the left arm that harms the right arm can truly be triumphant, we are wrong.  When we laugh at the dog that chases its own tail, yet (we) endlessly seek pleasure from one amusement after another, we are wrong.  When we think that silence, vast space, and quietness are merely barren voids of lifelessness, we are wrong.  When we think that life, sunlight, gravity, and space are all mere coincidences that will never happen again, we are wrong.  When we think that the big can exist without the little, we are wrong.  When we think that left can exist without right, we are wrong.  When we think that the sailor is not the sails, we are wrong.  When we think that the mountain-climber is not the mountain that he conquers, we are wrong.  When we think that the figure skater is not very slick, we are wrong.  When we think that the magician is not an illusion, we are wrong.  When we think that the “perceiver” is truly separate from “the perceived,” we are wrong.

 

from Walt Whitman:

 

     When the script preaches instead of the preacher,
     When the pulpit descends and goes instead of the carver
that carved the supporting desk,
     When I can touch the body of books by night or by day,
and when they touch my body back again,
     When a university course convinces like a slumbering
woman and child convince,
     When the minted gold in the vault smiles like the night-
watchman’s daughter,
     When warrantee deeds loafe in chairs opposite and are my
friendly companions,
     I intend to reach them my hand, and make as much of them
as I do of men and women like you.

Clearly beautiful. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Clearly beautiful. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Beyond a Broken Mind…

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“And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”  — T.S. Eliot

Excerpt from my book, which includes, just as it does within the book, another one of the many poems, by famous poets (who are deceased), that seem to help corroborate what i write about:

   The “I” that says it sees the “trees” is a manmade, fabricated symbol that is unnecessary; it can be referred to if it represents the whole; however, if reference to it involves positing that the perceiver is something separate from the perceived, then miscalculation and error have taken place.  The patterns that one perceives are the patterns that one is; such patterns compose and constitute consciousness.  Without such patterns, ordinary consciousness is not possible.  If one is supremely intelligent, one can be a mind that does not merely depend on patterns, at all times, in order to healthily function.  Such a mind can function as an immense, quiet stillness that is beyond the mechanizations of patterns and attributes; but even this goes only so far and, to remain healthy, the mind must often look at trees, rivers, and other wonderful, flowing manifestations of the earth.  It must look at them without separation.

   To go beyond the confines of limited patterns, one must first realize that one’s consciousness is not at all separate from the patterns and images that it perceives and functions as.  In other words, if one observes things merely via conflict and miscalculated separations, one is then observing with great error.  Such error often merely sees itself as separate from the patterns and conflict that compose what it is.  If one’s erroneous observations are a millstone around one’s neck, how can such a one have the energy to transcend into a vast, intelligent, placid stillness that is open to the possibility of visitation from the immeasurable benediction of what is truly sacred?  A broken mind, full of separation, would be incapable of moving beyond its dead borders that separate it from everything else.

 

from Wallace Stevens:

 

                  THEORY

 

I am what is around me.

Women understand this.
One is not duchess
A hundred yards from a carriage.

These, then are portraits:
A black vestibule;
A high bed sheltered by curtains.

These are merely instances.

Beeing us. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Beeing us. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Beeing us. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Beeing us. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

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Shorties…

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Foolish people eat unhealthy foods and swallow foolish thoughts.  The wise man is beyond such indelicacies.

True meditation is beyond will and methods.  You can’t, in a mental framework of conditioning, make meditation happen any more than you can make God come to you in enlightenment.

Profound awareness goes beyond the separation between the perceiver and the images perceived.

Except for moments of pristine insight, every thought (including the thought of “I”) is a conditioned response reaction.

Perception merely through the mental screen of learned and absorbed thoughts and images isn’t really much perception at all.

Most think way more than they feel.  It is best the other way around!

The historical Christ was killed because he didn’t follow hierarchical orthodoxy… and now, many hundreds of years later, orthodoxy claims him as their own.

The purpose of life is not merely to feel good but to make a meaningful difference in this world.

How can you be free and perceptive if you are behind the gilded cage bars made of rigid beliefs and fabrications?

Nothing you can accumulate in your lifetime is worth the price of your integrity.

Reaching Still. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Reaching Still. (1) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Reaching Still. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Reaching Still. (2) Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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The Ubiquitous Chord of Everything…

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The ubiquitous ChordofEverything

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Some facets(of the music relayed)turned out to be dancing and whales

 

Also,the ensemble included 

       yew and eye

gliding butterfly beauties and malodorous turds

and the insightful sagacity of existing beyond merely symbolic words

 yew and eye. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

yew and eye. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

 

 

 

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Joy Natural

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Truly seeing nature’s profound beauty requires a living, dynamic perception.  Some people walk right past nature — or are indifferent to nature — hardly giving her any attention or deep appreciation. Nature’s beauty includes natural competition, cooperation, violence, stalking prey, compassion, fear, love, territorial friction, sharing, and tenderness.  It also includes the simple yet profound action of being.  Most animals have a deep joy, just to be living as they are, just to be existing as they do.  Many animals go through many of the same things we do, although without a lot of the symbolic abstractions and complexities.   Animals truly value their lives as precious… same as we do.

Elemental nature, on its own, survives quite well and does great without human intervention.   If you are truly innocent — like a simple butterfly or bee that functions true to its basic, eternally flowing, elemental nature — the mystery of the universe will come to you (and pursue you); you won’t have to seek it.  If one is wise, one can naturally, without drugs, be of a natural innocence that lives in great joy and beauty each and every day.  There is an eternity in such joy and beauty.  Profound perception in life reflects immortality… otherwise, it is limited vaporousness.

Sulphur. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Sulphur. Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

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Froggie

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When)you croaked I cried for days

                   (four days)

Then eye saw hop

        splash

                                       jump

                                                                   slurp

moths dis

                                   appearing

(a peering here and there)

and then(Suddenly)                  I kicked the bucket

                                                                                                     Some folks wept

(it is useful for hauling

                             things         like

                             leaves and

                             sticks

and wasted t

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Froggie (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Froggie (1). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Froggie (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016

Froggie (2). Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2016